verdigris.

[-verdigris-] OK folks. As usual:

1. 10 min per post OR LESS. Preferably less. Declare in 3 min. Roll in 2 or I'll roll for you.
2. No posting order, but please post ONCE for every post I make.
3. Keep track of your own health and tempers.
4. Questions in the chat. Don't IM me. If I don't see the question, repeat it until I do *LOL* If I don't respond for minutes on end -- I'm probably posting. You should wait, unless it's absolutely urgent, upon which you should PM me once.
5. If there are any off-limits themes, imagery or events you do NOT want to see in a scene, PM 'em to me now.
6. Everyone needs to roll WP vs diff 10. If you fail, PM me with one person (not in the scene) who your character would aid if they were in trouble. If you botch, PM me with one person your char would protect at all costs.
7. We are setting this up in the alleys of the Southside slums! Go ahead and start posting your entrances. Try to put your chars close to one another for maximum efficiency.

I'm aiming to be done in 4 hours, so let's gogogo!

[Gossamer Wing] (Why do I have a bad feeling about this? WP diff 10 as requested.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 10)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] ((WP))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 10)

[Hatchet] [Rape - alluded to okay, any kind of visuals plzkthxno. Extreme violence towards children plzkthxno. Slugs. I cannot fucking cope with slugs.]
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[Thunder's Judgement] ((WP))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 7, 7, 7 (Botch x 2 at target 10)

[Hatchet] [WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 7, 7, 7, 9 (Botch x 2 at target 10)

[Hatchet] [Person he'd protect at all costs: Liadan]
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[Thunder's Judgement] ((hmm, wow, I really don't know. his family is dead. uhh, nearly any shadowlord, I suppose.))
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[Muerte Fria] [WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7 (Botch x 1 at target 10)

[Muerte Fria] [Jackie Castellano]
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[Gossamer Wing] Southside slums.

She had not intended to explore this part of the city, certainly not alone, but her lack of direction sense combined with the tendency to get on the wrong bus and off at the wrong stop has her doing exactly that. Sometimes, she can be quite a bit absent minded, you see...

Thus, one average looking girl of average height and average weight is wandering the southside, her not exactly average manner of dress causing her to stand out all the more. Her skirts cling to her thighs, the gauzy fabric caught by the wind and pressed to her skin, only to be tugged away once again. Her sweater, earth tones as is her skirt, is tied by the arms around her waist, leaving her in a simple t-shirt under the strap of the simple messanger bag that discects her torso diagonally, so that the bag hangs against her hip.

She looks entirely average
She is anything but...

[-verdigris-] Just after dinner, Jenny hunts Hatchet down somewhere in the Brotherhood. He has a phone call. She passes him a wireless handset.

It's Liadan.

"Taggart," she says, "I ... need help. I can't explain, but I'm in a lot of trouble. Please come. Okay? Please. I'm at ... "

An address is given.

"Please hurry," she says, and she hangs up.
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[Blood Runs Like Tears] Joss was here by mistake. Gael was here by happenstance, as he often seemed to be. He had no particular reason to be anywhere, these days. He just was. Wandering. Patrolling. Keeping himself busy. He'd actually been walking for quite some time. It was a habit born out of restless instinct. But he didn't seem the slightest bit worn out when he rounded the corner and nearly bumped into Joss. He seemed more like someone taking an evening stroll. Through the slums. Nothing suspicious there.

And nothing exciting about his clothes either. They were the ones he had dedicated, so they were the ones he wore: jeans, black t-shirt and work boots.

The potential collision was easily avoided, of course. Likely both of them were acutely aware of their surroundings, and Gael stepped to one side as he offered a nod and a polite smile to the woman.

[-verdigris-] Just after dinner, Jenny hunts Soledad down somewhere in the Brotherhood. She has a phone call. She passes here a wireless handset.

It's Giacomo.

"Sol, just listen to me and don't interrupt, okay?" He sounds like himself, but he sounds scared. Has she ever heard him frightened before? "This is really important but I don't have a lot of time. Come to [address], soon as you can. Okay? Please just come. I need -- " his voice drifts off, as though he were looking over his shoulder. "I need your help. Please, Sol."

He hangs up.
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[-verdigris-] Just after dinner, Vasily receives a phone call.

It's Mountain's Burden.

"Listen, kid. I don't have a lot of time. I'm in town on Tribe business. I need your help. Meet me at ______. Don't let me down."

He hangs up.
to Thunder's Judgement

[Hatchet] I need help.

Taggart is out the door of the Brotherhood as soon as his boots are laced, all but throwing the wireless handset at Jenny when the call is ended. He doesn't explain where he's going. He doesn't tell Soledad, or anyone else, that he's going, much less where. He just goes.

Please come.

When he gets to the address he's in dedicated clothes, the moon overhead his birth moon, his approach to...well, everything... sharp and uncompromising. He looks like a man ready to tear something apart. Which he is.

Except for the 'man' part.

[-verdigris-] Five Garou descend on the Southside slums tonight.

Two are here by pure, rotten luck. Three are here to answer the pleas of their family and friends; their loved ones, their respected elders. They have an address. It's the same address, and when they come to it, it's a plain, unmarked door in a plain, unmarked building.

There's no telling what's behind the door, except ...

Taint reeks from within.

[Thunder's Judgement] *It wasn't a matter of thought really. The one man who he owed life and death favors too, on behalf of the tribe had called for him. He prepared to go out on the night as he normally does, trusting in the dedicated rifle, and the sling pack around his chest and back with the tools of his trade.

He blinked when he spotted the others... an instinctive sniff told him more, even of the strangers to him....*

[Gossamer Wing] Gael rounds the corner and almost rounds into her, but for a bit of fancy footwork that speaks of the inner grace of the animal under her skin. "OH! Hi." He has a polite smile, and hers in reply is a ray of sunshine on a rainy day. It splits her lips, it sparkles in her eyes, it lights up a purely average face to something that is significantly more than that.

She adjusts her bag on her hip, fingertips sliding along the strap to tug it away from her form a moment, only to resettle it comfortably there. Perhaps she might say something father to Gael, but there's a figure that comes barreling around - looking like he's about to tear something apart.... followed by another...

You know what they say.. where Two or More are Gathered, Havoc Be Thy Game...

[Muerte Fria] Soledad stalked up the sidewalk with Rage burning strong in her heart and clearing a path on the sidewalk ahead like she were holding out a chainsaw directly in front of her. While there really wasn't anyone around to be startled or sent into fearful hysterics for their life by her presence, the fact still stood that she was on a mission. She'd barely missed Hatchet, he'd yanked on his boots and was gone while Jenny was handing her the phone.

Please, Sol.

Her jaw was set, she was carrying her spear, and she could give less of a fuck if anyone stared or if any police officers tried to stop her for carrying an illegal weapon around in public.

She'd gone a different path than what Hatchet had chosen, but when she arrived at the building, dark eyes skimming the number painted on the front to tell her it was correct, she glanced down to the cluster of people arriving at the same building as her. Some she recognized-- the other Uktena, for instance, the man with the face so scarred he was impossible to forget even if she didn't know his name. Others she'd never met, like the girl with the gauzy skirts. But another face she knew very, very well.

She blinked at Hatchet in mild surprise, and her intent to throw open the door and charge in spear flying first faltered. Why was Hatchet here too?

[Hatchet] He doesn't wait. Oh, he sees Gossamer Wing and Blood Runs Like Tears and Thunder's Judgement. He sees his former packmate and the Shadow Lord with the scars all over his face. He just doesn't much care to hold back right now. He strides right up to the plain door and grabs it to open it.

[-verdigris-] The door opens easily. It isn't even locked.

It's hot inside. Immediately within is a narrow, steep flight of stairs, quite long. There's a dull glow at the end, like the light of a dim incandescent bulb.

[Blood Runs Like Tears] Something... was definitely going on.

One moment he'd been alone, and the next? It felt like half the garou in the city had swooped down, and almost at the same moment that Gael spotted Hatchet and the others, he glanced over at the nondescript building next to them and...

That familiar little brooding glower appeared on his face.

He didn't stop to bother with formalities. Instead he stepped forward and followed the others past that door, looking inside.

[Thunder's Judgement] *His eyes narrow as he sees everyone else, and pulls the hood over his head a bit more. But he was a rather cerebral sort...and this didn't settle with him well.*

*He blinked again as Hatchet, went right up to the door...and how loaded for war some of the others seemed to be... much as he was, Shaking his head, he seemingly reached into his jacket to pull out the rifle. And started to fiddle with his bag to pull out a scope and click it into place*
"Good evening...seems we all have a reason to be here." *His voice lurches out into the night air tinted as it was with his russian accent*

[Muerte Fria] So Hatchet barrels forward, in true Hatchet style.

After all, he was the one that suggested they all but dive down the throat of a seabeast, threw out the option of opening the door that had almost pulled Soledad inside and stolen her away, of just going wherever it would take them. He never dodged, only attacked, and this held true not only in battle but also in lifestyle.

Soledad's gaze flickered to Gael and Joss, briefly, then to the open door where Hatchet had been. The man with the horribly scarred face stepped in after him, and it was the Ahroun's turn to scowl heavily. Adjusting her grip on her spear, holding it for throwing now rather than carrying, she followed inside.

The Russian spoke, and the Hispanic snarled a faint whisper at his shoulder. "Silence."

[Gossamer Wing] Three of the five converge on the same building, looking fit to kill, fight to break something, fit to be tied. She glances once at Gael, closest, than to the other's she knows at least on sight, if not by name.

Hatchet doesn't wait.
Gael doesn't either.

Her steps quicken, as she closes the distance, and not more than half a step behind the others. She takes a moment to survey the area around the house, briefly from that first step.... then she steps inside. Taint reeks, and her nose wrinkles in distaste, and she slides her hands free of her pockets.

[Thunder's Judgement] *He shook his head, as another attempted to give orders while others charged forward. He settled the scope in place, and put in the clip in the world war two age rifle, for better or worse seemed a raid was happening and he was apart of it.

Holding the rifle at the ready, he moved foward looking down the barrel as he moved and looked around*

[Hatchet] This Philodox is, as a certain Ahroun once said, a crazy sumbitch. This Philodox is, as a Ragabash recently said, a lunatic. He is quite free about the fact that he's a goddamn maniac, and those scars all over his body seem to be proof that he is not averse to throwing himself into potentially lethal situations that are very likely to lead to his mangled self being dragged out by the ankles if he survives at all.

There's something else in his eyes right now though, and it's not mania, and it's not love. It's Rage, ready to be unleashed, straining at the collar to be allowed to unfurl. The fact that the door isn't locked doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He glances at Vasily pulling out a rifle and scope and his face screws up for a moment in a look of something like bewilderment, and then he pushes through the doorway.

He doesn't ever dodge, that's true. He knows how. He's been taught. He'll block, he'll take a hit and shake it off, but he rarely sidesteps a blow or attempts to escape coming pain. There is really no point, he's learned, to trying to avoid agony of some form or another. All you can do is bear it.

The place reeks, and it seethes with hate. Hatchet looks down the stairway and his eyebrows cock up. "Oh, this looks bad," he says dryly, but that doesn't stop him.

"Thunder's Judgement, you shoot me with that thing we're gonna have words later," he informs the Shadow Lord, though to be honest he doesn't sound terribly concerned about getting shot. "You and Sol, take point. Everyone else, stay out of the way of spear and rifle. Gael, take the rear and stay close to Gossamer Wing."

[-verdigris-] Down they go, a cluster of five disparate Garou, not a single bond of pack between them. At the bottom of the stairs, the corridor takes a sharp right. The ceiling is suffocatingly low. The only lights are bare bulbs in cages, planted into the cracked concrete walls. What's that scent in the air? Mustiness. Dampness. Cellar-smells.

And blood.

At the end of the short straightaway, there's another sharp right. Around that corner, another set of stairs, as steep and narrow and claustrophobic as the last, downward.

Far away, a human scream: "Non mi tocchi! Colza la tua madre! Stronzo!"

Most of them don't recognize the voice. But Muerte Fria would.

[Thunder's Judgement] *The scarred lord nods his head at the words of hatchet, and moves forward taking the point, the front of his rifle going where his eyes do.* "da, I'll make sure not to shoot you until after we are on are way out."
*It might even had been a joke, but he moves forward after the words are spoken, eyes narrowed in concentration*

[Gossamer Wing] Hatchet gives orders, and a brow cocks lightly, but she takes the rear easily enough. They go down, and it's claustrophobic as hell,and dusty and smells... bad... and that gets worse for a moment, at least for Gael, as when she hears that human scream, she takes a breath, and goes from pretty when smiling, to beyond average the other direction.

Her skin grows tough and thick, with warty knots of flesh. Ooooh. Pretty. (...the smell is not...) Better safe than sorry - especially with spears and guns and barely chained in rage before her.

(Troll skin powerz, activate!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4 (Failure at target 7)

[Gossamer Wing] ...or not. Sometimes it's ok to be Average.

[Gossamer Wing] (try again!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Gossamer Wing] (delete the Or not post. :) Activated! )

[Blood Runs Like Tears] The place... reeked.

And the stairs down didn't look particularly encouraging, but he went through that door without hesitation or question. Hatchet barked out orders, and he fell into place at the rear as he let Joss slip in before him. Down the stairs, and then...

Blood. And a voice. If he'd been in another form, his ears would have pricked forward. If he'd been at the front, he'd be moving more quickly. Instead, he ground his teeth together and silently urged the others forward.

((-1WP, Resist Pain activated))

[Muerte Fria] Soledad nodded to Hatchet when he gave the orders. Weasel had left them, she didn't care. In her mind, Hatchet still acted as her Alpha just because that's the way it's alway seemed to be. She and Thunder's Judgment were moved to the front because they had the weapons, and she was just fine with that. After all, she'd always been the tracker.

So all five of them descended down the stairs.

As they moved, smells touched all their nostrils-- mildew, dampness, and most concerning of all, blood. Of course there was the smell that the girl at rear of the group was eminating.

But then came a yelling in Italian that she recognized, that she knew well. Her teeth bared and, like a fool, she picked up the speed, pushed ahead of Thunder's Judgment, speeding her way to the bottom of the stairs. She said nothing, but the look on her face was something beyond determination.

[Thunder's Judgement] "Blin!" *The word slipped out of his mouth as the other started to move foward faster... He was not umpleased to let her take the lead, but it wasn't a good begining. His eyes narrowed as he touched a bit of his inner rage. Afterward he followed quickly behind the one, Hatchet had called Sol, hoping to cover her as best he could*

((1 rage down, activating climb like ape))

[Thunder's Judgement] ((no roll, but his movement is unchanged when on stairs or if he starts climbing or something else silly. hehe))
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[Hatchet] "Dude, why you gotta be that way?" Hatchet retorts to Vasily while they're still at the top of the stairs, mock-wounded. "That shit ain't funny." Though it kind of is.

Once Vasily and Sol take the lead, he follows them down the stairs, trusting Gael with Joss if for no other reason than that he is of a tribe that Hatchet thinks well of, and because he is of his own auspice. He knows fuck all about Gossamer Wing other than her smile, has a vague idea that she's a Fenrir. He takes the lead because he knows he outranks all but one of them, and the idea of following a Theurge for some reason seems odd to him.

He also starts barking orders because, if worse comes to worse, they all have someone to blame. And he's okay with being that guy.

They head downstairs. He stays close behind the two on point, but when they get downstairs he says levelly, quietly: "Quiet," to the Shadow Lord.

[-1 WP, Resist Pain]

[Gossamer Wing] If she were to think of it - she might decide this was a good time and place to prove she is a Fenrir, but that time will come, she is sure. Hatchet and Thunder's Judgment banter briefly, and she falls into line just before Gael - there is no smile this time, there is simply concentration on what is before them, what may be the cause of that scre...

..oh hey. Movin' Double-time. Ever get the feeling one is rushing headlong into madness? Doesn't stop her though, as she strains to hear, seen, sense more... This could hurt.

(-1 WP, Resist pain.)

[-verdigris-] (sorry, wasn't refreshing!)

And another straightaway. Another sharp right. Another flight of stairs.

Downward.

They're spiraling into the earth, deeper and deeper. The temperature is steadily rising, oppressive and thick. The air grows damp and humid. The walls have an unpleasant stickiness, and the light bulbs are flickering, buzzing in their cages. No one in their right mind builds a building like this. A basement like this. Whatever the fuck this is.

A fourth flight. A fifth. A sixth.

They're past the level of the deepest sub-basements now; past the level of most sewer mains and subways. They must be seven, eight stories underground. Seven, eight flights of stairs into the earth.

Someone snarls in the distance, a low, wavering note of rage and fury and hopelessness. Thunder's Judgment remembers the rage and the fury; but not the hopelessness.

The next flight of stairs is the ninth, and the last. At the end of it they are abruptly no longer standing in a hallway. The concrete ends. The light bulbs end. It's only hard-packed earth now, a twisting, winding path into the ground, lit by veins of phosphorescent lichen embedded in the walls themselves, pulsing with a sickly greenish light.

They only have enough room here for Glabro form, two-abreast. The walls bear in on them. The ceiling brushes the tops of their heads. It's very hot; a hundred and five, a hundred ten degrees, and it's a wet, smothering heat.

A woman screams, closer now. Hatchet might recognize whose voice it is. She's begging. "Please, no -- no -- "

Then there are no words, only pain.

[Blood Runs Like Tears] The further they went, the more ominous the situation seemed. And the odds weren't in their favor. Gael watched as the walls seemed to close in around them... as cement turned into dirt. They couldn't seem to move quickly enough, but for his part he didn't let his frustration show. He just followed, trying to see ahead past the shoulders of those before him. Listening.

[Hatchet] It takes forever to get down the stairs. Flight after flight, Hatchet's Rage gets closer to the surface as he descends deeper into the earth. Deeper than graves, deeper than love, deep as fire, but his thoughts on this are making less and less sense as they go farther.

He hears a familiar voice and the man in the middle is, after several steps forward, no longer in homid. His chest heaves, broader now than in his birth form. His beard is longer, his grey eyes flaring yellow at the edges. His clothes change with him, at least, rather than tearing at the seams.

[Muerte Fria] There were entirely too many flights of stairs to make sense, and Soledad was impatient. She knew how little time it took to make sure someone was killed, dominated, taken over, worse.

So she took the stairs two at a time, subsequently forcing the rest to pick up the speed along with her.

They hit a path with low ceilings, narrowly-set walls, and a packed dirt floor. And, by way of irony, it was warmer down here instead of cooler. Utterly backwards, not quite right, and Sol didn't like it one bit. She heard snarls, a woman pleading, and then sobs and wrenching sounds of a soul in pain.

This was taking too long, damnit! Behind her Hatchet's muscles expanded and spine lengthened, and almost simultaneously she did the same, no longer so thin and narrow but well muscled, taller (easily six and a half feet), and positively vibrating with Rage and anxiousness.

[Thunder's Judgement] *Every little bit of him was screaming that this was walking into the very heart of Malfeas... but if his mentor, the one he owed the lifedebt too, the one that had taught him purpose and sacriface after his tragedy...was here. and in trouble... The scarred man's speed increased to nearly just behind the garou in front him.

He needed to know the truth, and if his mentor was in unsufferable pain he would be the one to put the bullet between his eyes and lead him to the eternal peace of death. He owed him at least that much.*

[Gossamer Wing] There is not enough room here to shift to anything larger than glabro, to anything but one step to gain a bit more strength, a bit more stamina, as Hatchet does before her. He takes his time, his steps, he grows and strengthens, and she watches - as she cannot see anything around him.

They're so far below the street, deep in the bowels of the house, and the screams are getting louder, more frequent, more pain- filled as they go.

It is like dominoes.
She shifts upards to Glabro as well.

[-verdigris-] They follow the sound to its source -- past an impossible distance twists and turns; past stretches where the tunnel becomes wet as mud, over stretches where concrete walls and floors break through the dirt like shingles on the skin, through stretches where they wade through knee-deep sewage in vast, rusting pipes.

Throughout, the tunnel continues to slope downward. They descend for what seems like hours, perhaps days. They through shrieks and howls, pleas, snarls, screams, as the air itself seems to ring around them, and thicken, and grow ever hotter.

And then they come to a sudden, sharp turn. Around it is blind end: a room at the end of a tunnel. The only entrance or exit is a hole perhaps five feet in diameter, which they must duck to get through.

By the pulsating glow of lichen in the walls they can see. The room itself is large. It's almost cavernous, two or three stories high, a good thirty feet in diameter. The ceiling is domed, hardpacked dirt reinforced with rotting wood and metal plates attached seemingly at random to one another and the walls; the ground faintly wet, like forest-floor humus after a hard rain.

And...

Liadan is not there.
Giacomo is not there.
Mountain's Burden is not there.

In the center of the room, out of place in these strange surroundings, is a metal folding chair. A Crinos Garou is bound to it by cords that appear far too thin to hold him. His body is painted in strange glyphs, his weight collapsing his seat. He is not of the Wyrm; their every sense tells them this. He appears unharmed, except that his lips are literally sewn, stapled, glued shut.

At the sight of the Gaians, he becomes intensely agitated. He strains against his bonds; his hackles stand on end. He's shouting at them from behind clenched teeth, stuck lips, and bound as he is, he cannot communicate with the language of wolves.

They cannot understand a thing he says.


(Wits + Occult, diff 8!)

[Hatchet] [Wits + 'Occult']
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 4 (Failure at target 9)

[Thunder's Judgement] *Slowly the scarred man begins to grow slightly in height and bulk at the sight before them... keeping a firm grip on his rifle. He started to look around again... It would soon be the time for the next lethal test in his life.... hopefully he would again pass it*

[Thunder's Judgement] wits + "occult"
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 9)

[Gossamer Wing] (Wits + occult, diff 8!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8)

[Muerte Fria] [Wits + Occult]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] ((Wits+Occult))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[-verdigris-] For just a second, you see the pattern to the glyphs. You comprehend snatches and fragments...

Glory to... ... ...ther

... we call upon th... ...

... name of ... ...

...agon.
to Muerte Fria, Thunder's Judgement

[-verdigris-] For just a second, you see the pattern to the glyphs. You comprehend snatches and fragments...

Glory to Great Father.

... we call upon th... ...

... name of ... ... Serpent...

...Dragon.
to Blood Runs Like Tears

[-verdigris-] The pattern is clear to you.

Glory to Great Father.
We call upon the Servant.
In the name of the Serpent.
We call the Green Dragon.
to Gossamer Wing

[Thunder's Judgement] ((Can Vasily look to the ground? are there any marks there like a ritual or a trap to go off if we get too close to the captive?))
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[-verdigris-] fuck. first line shoulda read "Glory to the Great Father." *keeps the meter!*
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[-verdigris-] ...and the last line, "We call the Great Green Dragon."
to Gossamer Wing

[-verdigris-] (percep+alert diff 8)
to Thunder's Judgement

[Gossamer Wing] They spill out into a large room, where they can move, and work and do what is necessary with a freedom of movement they couldn't in the tunnels. There is only the bound and gagged man before them, covered in glyphs, and she tilts her head, slightly, taking a step forward to better see.

"Shhhh!" It's a command, hissed at the rest of them. Her movement is graceful, even in this form, even in this visage, her dreads wilder than before as she sinks to a crouch and listens, her head cocked in an entirely lupine way. He chants, he yells, he rocks and the pattern is clear, she needs no clarity of words to understand what he says - what she murmurs for the rest...

"He's calling something called the Green Dragon.... the words are this...

Glory to the Great Father
We call upon the Servant
In the name of the Serpent
We call the Great Green Dragon..."

She does not chant them in the same cadence, she will not aid him in whatever his task may be - she simply murmurs them, disjointed, monotone - she could be reciting the ABCs....

[Thunder's Judgement] perception (detail oriented)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8) Re-rolls: 1
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[-verdigris-] "MMmmNNMmNMGGH!"

The Garou strains at his bonds, eyes blazing, shaking his head.

[-verdigris-] (no traps that TJ can see. but the roof of the tunnel just outside the door looks weak...)
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[Gossamer Wing] She tips her head, slightly, then shakes her self - lost in the swirls of the patterns on his skin.

"I mean, those are the glyphs. Not his words."

[Thunder's Judgement] *The scarred man nods his head as someone translates the wierd glyphs before he gets a headache trying to figure it out. He goes back to being on point, glancing around. His head tilts slightly as he views a part of the roof of the tunnel outside of the door. He takes another step closer to that point and looks up at it, his rifle aiming as his eyes look*

[Thunder's Judgement] ((weak point like something hidden, or like it might come down?))
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[Blood Runs Like Tears] His eyes strained to see what was written in the garou's fur, and he was able to catch portions of it, but it didn't matter that he didn't catch all of it because the woman next to him filled them all in before he even had a chance to ask.

Immediately Gael started to look around the room... his senses up and watching for some sign of danger. (Some other sign, that is... since the entire room pretty much oozed it.)

[-verdigris-] (like a point where the ceiling could cave in)
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[Muerte Fria] Soledad burst into the tall, cavernous room, her eyes dancing around for a familiar face with a strong jaw, straight nose, and own particular brand of rage blazing in brown eyes. She didn't find it, and she wasn't sure if she should feel relieved or angered by this.

Whatever. Giacomo wasn't here, he was fine, she'd been lured in, this was a trap.
So long as he was safe, she could deal with whatever was here without any hinderance.

And what was here happened to be a Garou strapped to a chair with restraints too thin to reasonably be able to hold him down. Yet they seem to do the job, because soon as he spotted them he started straining, snarling and hollaring against a locked jaw and sewn-together lips.

Soledad stared at him, listened to Gossamer Wing as she read the glyphs that Sol herself could only barely make out. Were she in a form with fur, her hackles would lift to match the Garou in the chair's.

"Green Dragon is a powerful Wyrm Totem," she informs him. A long look at the glyph-painted wolf in the chair is given, then she said in a low growling, rumbling voice. "He's bait, and now so are we," she concluded. This was her estimate, at least.

[Thunder's Judgement] "..weak point" *He says simply with a point at the ceiling, and takes a step back from the area warning the others. He wasn't exactly sure what it might mean, but he continued to look around waiting for something to appear*
"Should we cut his mouth free?"

[Hatchet] As scattered as he can seem sometimes, jumping topics in conversation and chattering glibly on about whatever pops into his mind, there are times when Hatchet shows something far more honest about who he is. As they descend into the tunnels and follow their twisting paths to help those who are screaming, to save those they would sacrifice for, he simply...moves forward. He doesn't appear to notice how encroaching the walls are, how thick the sewage, how awful the smell.

Or he doesn't care. Or he doesn't care. He doesn't care.

When they get into the cavernous room and find the Garou -- untainted but bound, unhurt but silenced, he literally...slaps his palm to his face. It slides down, elongated claw-nails avoiding his eyes, and drops it to his side again. He doesn't even attempt to understand what the hell is painted onto the Garou's fur and flesh. Joss interprets what she can, and Hatchet glances at Sol...mere seconds before she speaks, explaining more of what those glyphs mean.

"Fabulous!" he says, his voice a harsh snarl in this form. He walks over to the bound werewolf, facing him. "Hey. You with us?"

It's a yes-or-no question. And hopefully, he'll be able to tell if the answer is the truth, even if it isn't spoken aloud.

[Truth of Gaia]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 3) [WP]

[-verdigris-] Of course, all this begs the question...

...whose voice had they heard?

Because it's not the bound-and-gagged Garou's. He's still mumbling at them, furious, straining to get loose, shaking his head from side to side as though he wanted to shake his lips open while they filed into the room one by one -- all except Thunder's Judgment, who's frowning at the roof of the tunnel just outside before asking if they should cut the Garou's mouth free.

"MMMMNNPHHNGH!"

He nods very rapidly up and down. He definitely has something to say. Hatchet's blow to his face makes his hackles stand furiously on end. He nods.

He's telling the truth. And he's nearly hopping in impatience, buckling the chair under him.

[Hatchet] Hatchet doesn't hesitate after that. He goes about untying the Garou, quickly, snapping the bindings over his lips as fast as he can. It isn't gentle. The guy will heal.

[Thunder's Judgement] *The scarred lord makes his way to the others, backing his way toward them and looking about the room. The others had the front guarded well enough, he figured someone ought to watch their backs.*

[Muerte Fria] Hatchet went forward to free the Garou. Obviously this fellow was on their side. Hopefully he wasn't too damaged to fight.

Soledad scowled, glancing from the ceiling to the tunnel, then all about the room.

She murmered her thoughts aloud, they did no good to anyone in situations like this if she just mused them silently within her own mind. "Should we attempt to escape and risk being caught in the tunnel, or stay here and try and kill a Totem?"

[Gossamer Wing] She stands, but doesn't move forward to heal the man as he's freed. There will be time for that later. She looks at the ceiling when it is mentioned, she studies the walls, the area, doing her best to see any further danger - clicking through her catalog of spirits that may be called upon to help them before they're eaten by some evil Totem.

[-verdigris-] (don't mind me.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[-verdigris-] (or me.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Blood Runs Like Tears] He watched as Hatchet untied the garou in the chair, then glanced at his tribe-mate as she wondered aloud what their course of action might be. She was correct in wondering it. They were none of them in a pack together, they had little idea of what they'd be up against, and they had only the passage they'd come through for escape.

Then again, Blood Runs Like Tears hadn't gotten his name from well-executed escapes, and Buried Hatchet wasn't the only philodox among them with an unusually high amount of rage. He wasn't the only one who had lost those most precious to him, and he wasn't the only one who would have jumped into Hell and tried to fight the Wyrm itself.

Gael's sudden shift to crinos was his response to that question.

[-verdigris-] As soon as Hatchet cuts the slightest opening in his lips, the Garou rends the rest open himself. Skin splits. Blood spikes a bright and coppery note into the heavy, sullen stench of their surroundings.

"Kill me." He's snarling at them. "Kill me and run, I'm [fucked] anyway. They're using me as a ... a conduit for the Green Dragon, and if the Rite completes it'll kill all of you. All but one, to serve as the next bait.

"Kill me now. Hurry--"

He never finishes. Out of nowhere, absolutely nowhere, the darkness near the door explodes into claw and tooth. A second later the weak point in the tunnel caves in, sealing the Garou into the room.


(Between Blissful Ignorance and the standard Ambush roll, NPC+1 has scored 9 successes on an ambush vs Thunder's Judgment (sorry man, you're closest to the door). TJ, roll percep/alert vs diff 6 to see if you can knock off some ambush dice.)

[Thunder's Judgement] perp+alert
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
to -verdigris-

[-verdigris-] (OK, TJ got 3 successes on his resist, so it's a net 6 succ on the free ambush attack, for +6 dice.

NPC 1's declared action: back attack, claws. Dex/Brawl +6 vs diff 8 -2.)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (damage, str+2 +4)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (soak!)

[Thunder's Judgement] resist, using willpower *laughs*
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6) [WP]
to -verdigris-

[Thunder's Judgement]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] Thunder's Judgment never sees it coming. The thing that attacks him was utterly unseen, utterly unheard, unscented.

It falls upon him like a private apocalypse. He snapshifts without thought. Claws tear down his back, catch on his ribs but fail to break them.

He's bleeding, but it could have been worse. It could have been much worse.

When he turns -- when the other Garou wheel to face the threat, they see that there are three of them vomited out of the hole in the ceiling where the tunnel had caved in. The first, the one that had ambushed Thunder, is barely even recognizable as a Garou. It's so hairy, so furry, that it's lost beneath the tangles and mats. Briars and thorns are caught in its fur. Barely glimpsed are a pair of misshapen, mismatched horns, the right one a crazy corkscrew, the left curving straight out.

The second is unspeakably beautiful, slender and fine, eldritch, lovely. It also has no eyes.

And the third: purely monstrous, enormous, as large as two Crinoses put together. Its breathing shakes the air. Its hide is scaled over, tumored over, lumpy and tough. Its eyes blaze with fury. It wears over the center of its chest a small, flat shield of metal -- strapped securely in place with leather thongs.

The beautiful one speaks, and the voice that comes out of its mouth is Mountain's Burden's:
"Glad that you"
is Giacomo's:
"could join us"
is Liadan's:
"for our little game."

-- is its own. It lets out a mad, shrill noise, a whining like insects, the call of the Black Spiral.

The Dancers attack.

(inits! if you wanna post a reaction, do a small one when it's your turn to declare.)

[Hatchet] [Init. +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Thunder's Judgement] init +6

[Thunder's Judgement] init +6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Gossamer Wing] (+7!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[-verdigris-] (BSD pack, acting as one, +7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Muerte Fria] [Init + 5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Blood Runs Like Tears] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[-verdigris-] (init order:

BSD pack 16
TJ 13
Hatchet 12
Gossamer 11
Sol 9
BRLT 8

reverse order declare!)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Split Bite/Bite the good guy with the tattoos
Rage: Bite good guy again]

[Muerte Fria] [Rage Shift Crinos
Split Spear/Bite, both at Pretty Eyeless Thing, WP on Spear
Rage Bite Pretty]

[Gossamer Wing] Kill me, he says, hurry he begs, if they...

and she's shifted - filling out to hispo, her dreads standing out even here in twists and knotted masses over massive head...

....and then the world caves in - and they are trapped. There is tooth, claw, damage, and Thunder's Judgement is attacked from behind - and she snarls her intent...

But her attack is unfettered, and aimed toward the pretty one with no eyes - the one with the voices, the one that called at least three of them here. Her attack is without hesitation, with full on RAGE.

Look it that.
She is Fenrir after all.

(1 rage - split first action

1a: bite pretty one (-2 - WP)
1b Bite pretty one (-3)
1R Bite again)

[Hatchet] Soledad questions what they should do, and Gael answers by shifting. Hatchet is focused on the Garou in front of him, the one who says Kill me. and gives a reason why. And when the world falls apart behind him, claws rake through Thunder's Judgement, and they become trapped here, Hatchet's eyes are cold. When he turns, it's in no rush; he trusts the Garou at his back more than he trusts the one he just helped untie.

The Spiral speaks in Lee's voice. Hatchet whips back around to the tattooed Garou.

[Rage-shift to Crinos
Split: Claw/Bite Tattoo!Dude (WP on Bite)
Rage: Claw Shielded BSD]

[Hatchet] [Well. Bodypaint!Dude]

[Thunder's Judgement] *The scarred shadowlord roars in response to the pain in his back..hopefully he could get this fight back to more fair grounds*

split bite/bite
rage bite
(on the one on him)

[-verdigris-] (BSD Pack:

Hairy
1 rage
1. claw TJ
R1. claw TJ

Pretty
1. 1 Gnosis: Curse of Hatred on Soledad

Big Boy
2 Rage
1. Spur Claws on Soledad
R1. Claw Joss
R2. Claw Hatchet
R3. Claw Soledad

Unseen
1Rage
1. Burrow out of nowhere!
2. Back attack on BRLT

Here we go!)

[-verdigris-] (Hairy claws TJ.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Thunder's Judgement] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 6, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Thunder's Judgement] rage
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]

[-verdigris-] Pretty uses Curse of Hatred.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] Big Boy spur claws on Soledad.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (Soledad is now at +2 diff to all actions until she takes a full turn to pull out the claws.

Damage +1)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Muerte Fria] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (Unseen: pop! goes the weasel, behind BRLT! BRLT, gimme a reflexive percep/alert vs diff 7 to notice someone popping out of the ground behind you.)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Perc+Alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[-verdigris-] And another one joins the fun.

Painfully thin, hairless, its skin hanging in folds from the razor-sharp apexes of shoulderblades and hips, a fourth Dancer erupts from the ground behind Blood Runs Like Tears.

It lets out a hyena laugh, and goes for Blood.

(TJ gets +2 temp rage for rageback.
BRLT, you may change your action to respond to Unseen popping up when it's your turn!

TJ, roll!)

[Thunder's Judgement] alright it's been awhile since I've been in combat (sorry) so the splits add +1 diff for each action? and he's at -2 dice, so inestead of 6, he's at 4 dice for each roll?
to -verdigris-

[Thunder's Judgement]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8 (Failure at target 5)

[Thunder's Judgement]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Thunder's Judgement] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [Claw Painted!Garou -2 (Split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Hatchet] [Bite Painted!Garou -3 (Split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5) [WP]

[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (shift to homid, no soak!)

[Gossamer Wing] (1a- bite at -2 = 6 +wp diff 5 at pretty one!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 8 (Failure at target 5) [WP]

[Gossamer Wing] (WTF Kahseeno? I'll give you V!

1b -3= 5 diff 5)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2

[Gossamer Wing] (Well thats a LITTLE better - How about Cody? or JAMIE! I'llgive them ALL!)

Damage=8
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-verdigris-]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Muerte Fria] [Action1: Spear // -2 Split Penalty]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8) [WP]

[-verdigris-] (pretty soaks!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Muerte Fria] [Damage (Lethal)]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[Muerte Fria] [Action2: Bite // -3 Split Penalty]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Muerte Fria] [Damage (Agg)]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (big boy soaks!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Switching Bite to hairless: Dex+Brawl -2 +1diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Str+1+4]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 10 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Bite tattoo guy Dex+Brawl -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 8 (Failure at target 5)

[-verdigris-] (Hairy rageclaws TJ, -1 for damage.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Thunder's Judgement] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Thunder's Judgement] um, more soak
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (Big Boy changes R1 action to biting Soledad.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Muerte Fria] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 6, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Thunder's Judgement] bite
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Thunder's Judgement] bite damage
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (Hairy soaks!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [Rage Claw Big Boy]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [Damage. To Self.]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [Soak. Against Self. WTG, ASSHOLE.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Gossamer Wing] (rage action - bite that bitch - whoops, she's impaled by the Mighty Sol!
Alright then, Skinny - well, shit, nope dead too!
FINE! bite that hairy bastard determined to kill TJ!
I cn haz bite, pls?!? HAIL KAHSEENO! )
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Gossamer Wing] (Thank you! HAAAAAAAAAIL KAHSEENO! )
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Thunder's Judgement] ((hehe woot!))

[Muerte Fria] [Rage Bite on Big Bad]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7)

[Muerte Fria] [Damage (Agg)]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 6, 9, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (bigbad soaks!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Bite tattoo man - for real this time? Dex+Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Str+1+5]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 6, 8, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (Big Boy R2: clawing hatchet)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (damage +4)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 10 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [Soak. Step Back, Motherfucker, You Don't Know Me Like That!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (back to big boy, R3 -- claw soledad)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (damage +2)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Muerte Fria] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] As one, the Dancers come on, and the Gaians meet them.

The grinning, slavering mass of hair slashes into Thunder. It's not an ambush. It's not a back attack. It's deadly effective. It rends Thunder open, sternum to navel. Drops the Shadow Lord to the ground, dead.

...not dead.

Alive; raging -- blind with fury. Thunder snaps at Hairy, once -- his teeth closing with a hollow pop on nothing but air -- a second time, much harder; and then a third time. Unnerved, the Dancer retaliates ... unsuccessfully.

A moment later, Gossamer Wing is at Thunder's Side. Her bite proves her a Fenrir after all, reduces the hairy one to a mangled mess.

Meanwhile, the pretty one snarls at Soledad, its lean, lupine features suddenly twisting with rage. The growl lacerates Soledad's very spirit, draining her of Rage and Gnosis both.

A second later the massive one plunges his claws into her side. She's tough. She's Ahroun. But his claws break off, impaling in her side, hindering her every breath, her every movement.

Near the captive Garou, the ground itself erupts. A fourth joins the fight -- for the 2 seconds it takes Blood to turn on him.

One catastrophic bite is all it takes. Bones crack like twigs. Blood runs like tears. The hairless one dies without a whimper. It was that fast.

Even as he falls, Hatchet attacks the painted and bound Garou, who shifts into Homid -- they can see he's young, twenty years old, twenty two on the outside; he's sandy-blond, with a pleasant, unhandsome face -- and then Hatchet tears him open, shreds him like paper.

Blood erupts from his mouth. It hurts to die.

"Again."

He's choking on his own blood. He's choking on more than his own blood. Something, some force inside him, strains him suddenly -- pulls his spine into a terrible, tortured arch that opens his mouth like a second, visceral mouth.

"Do it -- quickly -- "

Across the room, the eyeless Dancer screams in fury. Soledad, setting her teeth again the burning pain in her side, hefts her spear and throws it.

It flies straight and true. The point goes in the Dancer's open mouth and explodes bone and brainmatter out the back of its head.

It shuts the fuck up. And dies.

Soledad isn't done. She wheels on the one that had spur clawed her, tears a hefty chunk out of his side. He snarls. He snaps at her. An ear flies. She snaps at him. An arm flies.

Hatchet tries to join the fun, and bites his own tongue instead. Embarrassing.

Then the big bad -- tattered, torn, nearly dead -- turns on him. His claws find purchase in Hatchet's side. When he tears, a chunk of Hatchet's ribcage cracks free. Hatchet drops like a stone.

Soledad's rage sparks.

--

The painted Garou is still, impossibly, alive. He's writhing. His abdomen gapes; his viscerae are exposed, glistening, and somewhere at the heart of the wound

there's a gleam

of

green.


(Hairy -- ded
Pretty -- ded
Hairless -- ded
Big Boy -- very nearly ded
Painted Dude -- very nearly ded

TJ - 5 agg, frenzying
Hatchet - 7 agg, KO
Goss - 0
BRLT - 0
Soledad - 2-3? something?

Keeping same inits. Declare in reverse. Post a small reaction if you like. Soledad -- frenzycheck!)

[-verdigris-] (reminder, init order:

Big Bad 16
TJ 13
Hatchet 12
Gossamer 11
Sol 9
BRLT 8

reverse order declare!)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Bite painted guy
R1: Bite big bad
R2: Bite big bad]

[Muerte Fria] [Split Bite/Bite
Rage Dodge]

[Gossamer Wing] They fall. One by one - but is it fast enough? She turns her attention on Big Bad - and bites.

(2 rage)

1. bite
1r. bite
2r. bite

[Hatchet] [BLEED]

[Thunder's Judgement] bite painted
1st rage actions bite painted
2nd bite painted

[-verdigris-] (Big Bad: splits 3 ways
a. bite sol
b. bite joss
c. bite BRLT

first bite, -3!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[-verdigris-] (damage +3)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (b. -4)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Muerte Fria] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (damage +2)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (c. -5)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[-verdigris-] (damage +0)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Gossamer Wing] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Thunder's Judgement] bite
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Thunder's Judgement] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Gossamer Wing] (bite! HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1

[Gossamer Wing] (damage - HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 9 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (lawlsoak?)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (OK. At this point you may choose to use the remainder of your rage actions to do other things. TJ is coming out of a frenzy. Sumup coming.)

[-verdigris-] Near the caved-in doorway, the big bad makes his final stand. He snaps at the Garou that surround him -- tearing at Soledad's neck, glancing off Joss's trollskin, failing to even scratch Blood's skin.

The Garou retaliate. They tear him asunder.

Across the room, blind with fury, Thunder's Judgment rends the painted Garou to pieces.

--

He dies.

There's silence. The Garou turn away, toward the sealed tunnel. Soledad pulls the dead Dancer's claws from her side. They begin to dig.

Drop by drop, the painted Garou's blood drains into the ground.

--

And then there's a low groaning, a frequency almost too low to be caught by their ears.

But it builds. Suddenly, steeply, a crescendo that shakes dirt from the ceiling, compresses their eardrums, makes the jelly of their eyes quiver.

The ground beneath the dead Garou splits open. The chasm is impossibly deep. Spiralling out of it, a creature out of nightmare: a mindbending length of glittering, poisonous green; a body scaled and powerful, lithe, uncoiling out of the rift in reality.

A wyrm, a serpent, a dragon rises over the Garou.

Pair upon pair of black-taloned claws march down its length, as many legs as a centipede. It has no eyes, its lean and elegant skull smooth as an egg, but it most assuredly, by scent or sound or black magic, knows where they are.

It is not at its full power. The Rite was interrupted. It is premature, vomited out into the world before its time is come. The Garou can be thankful for that much.

It's also furious.

When it faces them its mouth drops open as though unhinged. Beyond rows of translucent, needle-sharp teeth, at the back of a livid red throat, they can glimpse the black-green flicker of balefire.

From its maw comes an obscene shrieking, screeching, screaming, whispering; a litany of unintelligible noise.

(wits + occult (diff8) OR wyrm lore (diff6)!)

[Hatchet] [I ain't rollin' Wits + Nothin', man, I just gonna lie here. Yeah that's right. I said it.]

[Muerte Fria] [Wits + Wyrmlore]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Wits+Occult]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 8)

[Gossamer Wing] (wits occult diff 8)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 8)

[-verdigris-] The Dragon speaks:

Names dripping like poison. Names screamed like daggers. Sins whispered like silk.

Ashes-on-Water. Slew his father...
Yonder-Tide. Raped a kin...
G'shhdigh. Faithful servant of the Wyrm...

Most, Gossamer does not recognize.

Silence. Fucked a Garou...
Edward Bellamonte. Lusts after his own sister...

Some, she does.
to Gossamer Wing

[-verdigris-] The Dragon speaks:

Names dripping like poison. Names screamed like daggers. Sins whispered like silk.

Ashes-on-Water. Slew his father...
Yonder-Tide. Raped a kin...
G'shhdigh. Faithful servant of the Wyrm...

A litany of Garou, fallen and pure.
to Blood Runs Like Tears

[-verdigris-] The Dragon speaks:

Names dripping like poison. Names screamed like daggers. Sins whispered like silk.

Ashes-on-Water. Slew his father...
Yonder-Tide. Raped a kin...
G'shhdigh. Faithful servant of the Wyrm...

Most, Muerte Fria does not recognize.

Buried Hatchet. Twists the law...
Muerte Fria. Blind wrath, ripe for the picking...

Some, she recognizes all too well.
to Muerte Fria

[-verdigris-] (since you rocked a Wyrm Lore roll, which is ... dangerous, roll Gnosis vs diff 8 for me.)
to Muerte Fria

[Muerte Fria] [Temp or Perm Gnosis?]
to -verdigris-

[-verdigris-] (temp.)
to Muerte Fria

[Muerte Fria] [Gnosis]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Failure at target 8)
to -verdigris-

[-verdigris-] (regain all rage. check for frenzy. annnd -1 diff for all frenzy checks for a week.)
to Muerte Fria

[-verdigris-] (+10)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Muerte Fria] [Frenzy Fuck Check]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5)
to -verdigris-

[-verdigris-] (k, Green Dragon's at the top of the declare list again.

init order:

Green Dragon jaggling 15
TJ 13
Hatchet 12
Gossamer 11
Sol 9
BRLT 8

reverse order declare!)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Split Bite/Bite Dragon - oh boy
Rage: Bite dragon]

[Muerte Fria] [Popping WP to not Frenzy, lose a turn]

[Gossamer Wing] Names... names.... names and sins screamed and whispered - most she does not know. Some, she does. A brow lifts, arching in a way almost comical on hispo features...

...but no time for that. It is Wrym. She is Fenrir. There is but one response.... or not. For her, there are two, and it is important that they be full force. First, she sidles around, stands over Hatchet, and lays her paw on Hatchet's wounds, and focuses, for just a moment...

(Mother's Touch on Hatchet)

[Gossamer Wing] (MT 4, diff hatchets rage 4-2 for Breath of Gaia

HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 2)

[Hatchet] Very quickly, everything goes dark. Fast. At least it doesn't hurt. He doesn't feel much. Learning not to feel things was the first Gift he learned. It was a good one. He takes it too far.

When he wakes up, there's a paw heavy on him, and the smell of Fenrir mingling in his nostrils with the scent of blood. He hears the tail end of a dark whisper and he sees a pair of eyes he's never really looked into...and he howls. It's not a laugh but it's fucking triumphant, and a bit insane, coming from someone who came very close to dying just now. He howls, and it descends into a guttural roar, and he leaps to his feet, whirling on the Green Dragon.

[Split Bite/Bite (WP on second)
Rage: Bite
Rage: BITE]

[Thunder's Judgement] *The scarred crinos, was seemingly a creature in two, half of him black fur, the other half burn scars. And that was on a good day. Today was not a good day, and he was bleeding with deep rends, and there was definately something wrong with the way that rib stuck out of his side.. but he didn't really have time to take a real accounting of his injuries and probably new scars. Instead it was time to simply fight or die... and the scarred crinos dove forward once more to try and bite this foul thing before him and the others*

bite (wp)

[-verdigris-] The avatar of the Green Dragon, materialized, moves with an impossible speed, a precision like a train on a rail.

It strikes at the Garou like a cobra. It roars green balefire at them.

(4 attacks per turn -- neither split nor rage.
1. Balefire on all of 'em
2. Strike at Gossamer
3. Strike at Muerte Fria
4. Strike at BRLT)

[-verdigris-] (Everyone except Hatchet and Joss, soak vs 2, diff 9.
Joss, soak vs 4.
Hatchet doesn't soak.)

[Muerte Fria] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 7, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 9)

[Gossamer Wing] (SOOOOOOOOOOAK! HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Failure at target 9)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 8, 10 (Failure at target 9)

[Thunder's Judgement] soak, he'll either be crispy on both sides finally.. or some how live.. lol....
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 9)

[Thunder's Judgement] nibble...um bite..
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 2 at target 5) [WP]

[Thunder's Judgement] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (gossamer heals hatchet; hatchet's turn!)

[Hatchet] [1st Bite, -2 (Split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[-verdigris-] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [2nd Bite, -3 (Split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 6 (Success x 2 at target 5) [WP]

[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[-verdigris-]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Bite1 Dex+Brawl -2]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Str+1+3]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Bite2 Dex+Brawl -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Str+1+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (first soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (second soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (2. striking at gossamer, -1 wound penalty)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (damage, +1)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Gossamer Wing] (SOOOOOOOAK!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (striking soledad, -1)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (damage, +4)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Muerte Fria] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (striking BRLT, -1)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (damage, +4)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [soak baby!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [1st Rage Bite]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 4, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Rage Bite FTW - Dex+Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Str+1+4]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-verdigris-]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [2nd Rage Bite]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (soak again!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[-verdigris-] The Garou are more or less clustered by the door. They had been digging their way out. They thought it was over.

It's not over.

Green Dragon rises out of the bowels of the earth. It vomits incandescent corruption at them. Balefire singes their fur and coats their limbs, eats at their flesh, burns like acid.

The Garou, pressed to desperation now, form up. They are not a pack, but they behave almost as one: selflessly, fearlessly.

Gossamer Wing stands over Buried Hatchet. She shields him with her body, and her flesh sears to the bone, but he lives. And she heals him. And he rises.

The Garou descend on the Green Dragon, tearing at it with claw and tooth. Five Garou attacking as one are a terrible force. Scales fly free. A limb, claws still dripping taint. The Dragon lashes like an eel beneath the onslaught, screaming, a sound like metal grating upon metal.

And it strikes at them, defiant, again and again, dazzlingly fast, its lean, bone-ridged head glistening with a sickly wet iridescence. Needled teeth sink into flesh and bone with a terrible, deadly precision.

It doesn't bleed. Where its body is rended, it seems to have nothing within -- no organs, no vessels, no muscle.

Nothing but balefire and ichor. Nothing but corruption.

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Split Bite/Bite
Rage: Bite]

[Muerte Fria] When the Dragon rose from the earth, Soledad had stared at it long and hard.

It spoke, she understood all too well the words, and the heavy taint spread so heavily across her that her body began to tremble and everything started to fade into a red haze. Her Rage had diminished greatly, she felt as though she were running mechanically, but now it blazed as a furnace renewed once more. Hot, terrible, and clawing its way free.

No.

She clamped down on it, bit her tongue and cheeks so they bled, and forced the red haze away, willed herself to remain focused, present, attacking the Dragon and not her allies.

Balefire glanced off her, singed her silky black-red fur, but she didn't care. She was missing an ear, bleeding from holes in her side where she'd yanked those claws free, and from a gash torn into her neck.

Irrelevant, these wounds. This Dragon needed to die.

[Flank Attack-- Bite/Bite
Rage: Bite
Rage: You better believe it, bite again.]

[Gossamer Wing] She's covered in Bale fire - but saves hatchet from the the same fate, from the added indignity of that, right after she healed his ass... and then as everyone attacks, she moves around toward the back of that damn stupid wyrm who TRIED TO BURN HER DREADS, and that makes her NOT HAPPY, and thus? She viciously attacks the Dragon's flank - dropping the last rage she has to attack with everything she has.

(1 Rage, split first action, all flank attacks - 1 diff!

1a. OM (bite -2, +wp)
1b. NOM (bite -3 )
1R. NOM MOFO. (bite full pool) )

[Hatchet] He's...not doing so hot. But that's okay. He is Garou.

He's not the only one injured. He's not even the worst injured. But that's okay. They are Garou.

He stands in front of the Green Dragon in Crinos, all steely gray fur, the ends rust-red, blood-tipped red, now matted with actual blood. His eyes gleam golden yellow with Rage and his own now-obvious inhuman nature. He's alive because of these Garou. His maw should be dripping with the thing's blood, but...it doesn't bleed. He opens that maw, roars at the others a single word, which is about all that he can manage in this form:

"FLANK!"

He doesn't move around to either side of the thing. He stays right where he is, and lunges.

[Bite / Bite (WP)
Rage: Bite
Rage: Bite]

[Thunder's Judgement] *The crinos limped along on all fours, breathing with much effort...and slowly made his way toward a side. He felt the blistering as his body burned...again. But fuck it, if he was going down, he was going down on his feet....and the scarred crinos dove forward to bite with his remaining strength, until he blacked out*

bite
rage: bite
rage: bite

[-verdigris-] Three behind; two ahead: the Garou move into flanking formation.

The Green Dragon's maw drops open. In the instant before the balefire comes, Hatchet and Blood can see the air before its mouth waver and shimmer with heat. They can see, at the back of its red throat, not the blackness of a gut but the white-hot, green-hot twisting of flame.

Balefire blooms out of the Dragon's throat.

It expands toward them like a shockwave, but before it hits, the Green Dragon's head lashes forward at them; beats its own fire to Hatchet's face. It's that fast.

It strikes at Hatchet. And then it wheels, a glittering sinuous loop, and strikes at Muerte Fria.

(4 actions.
1. Balefire -- BRLT, Hatchet
2. Strike Hatchet
3. Turn
4. Strike MF

BRLT, Hatchet, roll a soak, diff 9, vs 2 damage!)

[Blood Runs Like Tears] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 9)

[Hatchet] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 9)

[-verdigris-] (2. Striking Hatchet. -3 dice.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [Soak S'more! God, I love marshmallows.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Hatchet] [Rage Revive Mother of God]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]

[-verdigris-] (Turn. Strike MF, -3 dice.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (damage +2)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Muerte Fria] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Muerte Fria] [Rage Revive. Jesus Damon.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]

[Thunder's Judgement] mightly nibble!!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[-verdigris-] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Thunder's Judgement] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-verdigris-] (soak!)

[-verdigris-]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [1st Rage Bite, Frenzies are Fun, Green Dragon Tastes Like CAKE! Whee!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Muerte Fria] [Manly Crushing Jaws Bite]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 5)

[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [IGNORE THAT.]

[Hatchet] [1st Bite, -2 (split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [2nd Bite, -3 (Split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5) [WP]

[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6)

[-verdigris-]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Hatchet] [Soak. Fuck you, balefire, the Fianna hang out with fairies.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 5, 6, 9 (Failure at target 9)

[-verdigris-] Even as the Dragon is turning, Thunder is limping forward to bite it again. Hatchet goes at it from the flank, from behind, his great teeth snapping shut on a limb -- and then, to devastating effect, crushing what might've been a spine.

If the Green Dragon were a mortal thing.
If it were not what it is.

But it is what it is. And what Hatchet finds beneath its skin is balefire and taint. The Dragon rears like a cobra, shrieking. When Hatchet tears his teeth loose, it's not a spine that rips jaggedly from the back of the Dragon but balefire. Corruption roils in his face; it flames from the gash he leaves behind.

The Green Dragon has frozen in place, like a thing caught out of time. It has become a tower of living green flame. It burns brighter and brighter, lighting the chamber, turning it as bright as day, as bright as a supernova. Balefire blazes silently from within the manifested Dragon, spreads like spiderwebs, like cracks in glass, filling the gap between every scale, every spine, every ridge.

The Green Dragon burns from the inside out. It burns until it glows, until its flesh becomes translucent, becomes transparent, becomes ash that curls away on an invisible wind.

The last of the balefire twists away into nothingness. It leaves a searing ghost-image on their retinas that will take minutes, perhaps hours to fade.

Afterward, the chamber seems very dark.

[-verdigris-] (final tally:
Hairy: Fostern BSD Ragabash, 7HP
Hairless: Fostern BSD Ragabash, 7HP
Pretty: Fostern BSD Galliard, 7HP
Big Boy: Fostern BSD Ahroun, 7HP
Green Dragon: 30 Essence Manifested Totem Jaggling

TJ 6Agg + Battle Scar
Hatchet 7Agg + Battle Scar
Goss 5Agg
MF 6Agg + Battle Scar
BRLT 3 Agg)

[Gossamer Wing] It falls.
It burns brightly in afterimage of her mind, but it finally falls, and she staggers back a step, two, three. Then, she starts to take stock of those that are left. She is not uninjured, but is ignoring the agony that she'll only feel later. She takes a breath, and studies those that remain.

Hatchet is down, again.
Thunder's Judgement is not far behind, neither is Muerte Fria.
Blood Runs Like Tears is merely scratched.

Decision made, she makes her way to Hatchet and for a second time lays a paw on his wounds, and lets the power of the Mother flow through her and into him once more.
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 2)

[Gossamer Wing] ((MT for TJ so that he can go to bed! - will post it momentarily)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 1)

[Thunder's Judgement] *The scarred crinos, crawls over to his rifle, and puts it against his back where it disappears in dedication. As the healing touch flows through him, he nods his head in thanks to the theurge, and finally stands back up on two feet once more*

[Muerte Fria] The entire battle felt like a blur. First there had been four Black Spiral Dancers, then what couldn't have been more than thirty seconds later everyone was dead in the room that had been there waiting for them when they came in through the tunnel. There was a faux sense of relief, and Soledad had turned, fully intending to see to Hatchet.

But the earth opened up and a Jaggling spiraled out. It drove Soledad mad, or would have if she weren't able to direct that awful surge of Rage into her attacks. So she focused on the Dragon, slipped up to its side to attack, but after belching flame at Hatchet and Gael it turned to face her again and ripped into her torso, tearing her open, laying her out dead.

Flicker.
Rage.
Alive.

Insides barely kept in by way of hastily stitched flesh, still open and gushing blood, The Cold Death lashed toward the Dragon, blinded by Rage, seeking to destroy, to kill, to have her revenge. Her mouth opened, and it was filled with green fire. She fell back, watching yet almost unseeing as the Dragon burned itself from the inside out.

Then all she had was the glowing burn of her Frenzy buzzing in her chest and her head, but very quickly it was won over by the horrible, intense, unyielding pain in her belly, her neck, her skin, her side. She lay on the floor, one hand clutching at her stomach to make sure nothing fell out of place, and made an awful sound that was somewhere between a whine and a scream before she bit it down, fell back into silence, and thumped her heavy head against the floor.

[Hatchet] He doesn't get to see it die. And later on, he might be sort of disappointed about that. He doesn't get to see anything after the surge of balefire that comes out at him when his teeth tore into its back. Just green. Green, everywhere, corrupted and devouring, and then darkness again, but at least this time the darkness breathes.

When he wakes up, to that same paw, that same scent, those same eyes, he takes a deep braeth, his chest moving deeply with it. He looks at Joss for a moment, the notices that it's dark. And it's quiet. And he chuckles, a vicious burn scar across his chest that tried to eat his heart. He's still bleeding from other wounds but that scar will remain, a winglike spread under his clavicles, across both pectorals.

Hatchet pushes himself to his elbows and looks around. He doesn't know the dragon killed Soledad after it knocked him bloody and burnt to the ground again. He's covered in blood, in singed fur, in sewage, in mud, and when he awakens he sees his once-sister (still sister?) releasing that cry and thudding against the earth.

Once, he would have rushed across the distance to her, he would have howled, he would have pleaded. Now he stares, his eyes gleaming, as he shifts down to Glabro.

"I would appreciate your help again, Gossamer Wing," he says levelly, though his eyes are on the Uktena Full-Moon.

[Gossamer Wing] She moves past Thunder's Judgement, who was so close to hatchet, and lays her pay on him on the way by. He nods his head in thanks, and she offers a (tired, so tired) hispo version of her smile in return. She keeps moving. Step, after slow step, her own blood dripping from her skin, the scent of singed fur and burned flesh clinging to her.

Hatchet wakens, and speaks, and she is already on her way. She doesn't stop until she gets close enough to the pained Ahroun, and lays a paw on her as well. Pausing, so that she can focus, and let her healing touch flow once more.

(MT on Sol, diff current rage 3, spending wp. The Godi be Tired, yo.)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 3) [WP]

[Gossamer Wing] And with that, Gossamer Wing falls to her knees, shifting downwards to glabro as she does so, and wakes a shuddering breath, still resisting the pain of her own wounds, but completely drained otherwise.

[Blood Runs Like Tears] Of all those present, Gael was the least injured, and as such he stood back and let the others be healed. The room seemed very dark after that final burst of light from the dying creature, and he had to give a little shake of his head to clear the glow from his vision. A quick survey of things told him that yes, they were all still alive... though Hatchet, barely. Gossamer Wing saw to that.

Without further word, then, he'd go to the caved in tunnel and finish the task of digging them out.

[Hatchet] He rises to his feet slowly, keeping in the near-man form, surveying the damage, the bodies, the survivors. He does a count. He did a count when they were about to go down the stairs, too. The last person his eyes go to is Blood Runs Like Tears, going to dig them out.

Hatchet takes a deep breath. "Gossamer Wing, I know you are a Fenrir, but to show my gratitude I will never tell a soul from your tribe if you will, just this once, please rest. Thunder's Judgement, we need to dig. Muerte Fría, harvest trophies."

No praise. Thin thanks. For now. The moon will be full again in time. Their stories will be told, then. For now...they just need to get the fuck out of here.

[Muerte Fria] Gossamer Wing came closer, and the final vestiges of her Frenzy had Soledad growling at the Godi in a manner not unlike a wounded, wild animal growling at a human come to help, warning to keep away. But she doesn't reach out to strike her, doesn't snap her jaws. Rather she lays, takes a deep breath, and locks her jaw while she's healed.

And what a marvelous job the Fenrir did.

There would be a fresh scar curving a crescent on her belly, several inches above her naval, currently what looked like a shallow wound that would scab over in a few days. Her ear grew back, her neck seemed just fine, save for a scrape, and her side was stitched up. This was the best healer she could recollect at the moment, and a wild impulse to grab the Theurge and kiss her came and went by ignored.

"Thank you," she offered in her deep, smooth, and very sincere voice.

Then Hatchet gave orders, bless him. She was given something to do. So she rose and went about collecting what she could-- including her spear.

[Gossamer Wing] Her reply for Muerte Fria is a soft smile, that reaches her eyes, sparkling there in brilliant blue. Hatchet's reply is a soft laughter, (One should fear the Godi who laughs!) as she nods her head, slightly, her dreads standing out every which way from her head, disheveled and frazzled, as is the look in her eyes. She will need a day or two, at least to recover, but she is also not stupid.

She has gone from one barely injured, to the one most injured, in the moments it took for her to touch those around her. She rips up the edges of her skirt - she has many of them, after all - and pulls long strips from it turning it into a mini-skirt instead of the long length it was before (ahHA! there IS a reason for her style!) , and winds it around her torso over and over and over again, until she can knot it firmly around her slender form. It's not the cleanest or the best, but it will keep her insides where they belong for the long walk home.

Only then does she push to her feet.
She has rested long enough.

[Hatchet] First, the Uktena Half-Moon begins to dig. His enormous paws with their rending claws pull at the earth. As Hatchet approaches, he shifts back up into crinos now that speaking is not really necessary, and he starts to dig at Gael's side. Then Vasily joins them, while Joss takes a few moments to bandage herself. In true Get of Fenris form, however, she joins the males while the lone Ahroun out of all of them rips apart corpses, cutting off the faces of Spirals with the blade of her spear. It is gruesome work, and she does it coldly.

The tunnel's cave-in was not so drastic that four Garou working together do not create a path in rather short order. When they do have a path, when they know they have a way out, they can cleanse the cavern they're in. Hatchet leads the Rite, cleansing bodies and trophies and area alike, and when it is done, he nods for Blood Runs Like Tears to lead them out. He does not direct the werewolves this time, but he waits in the cavern for the rest of them to go ahead. This time he brings up the rear, following the trophy-toting Uktena and the wounded Godi out after the Shadow Lord and the other Philodox.

Right before he walks out into the tunnel, he glances back at the cavern and narrows his eyes.

He really would have liked to see the Dragon die, dammit.

Shaking his head, Hatchet follows the others out. They have a long climb ahead.